Sylvia's Lovers

He went down the path with an impatient step, and entered the

house-place. There sat his aunt spinning, and apparently as well as

ever. He could hear his uncle talking to Kester in the neighbouring

shippen; all was well in the household. Why was Sylvia standing in

the garden in that strange quiet way?

'Why, lad! thou'rt a sight for sair een!' said his aunt, as she

stood up to welcome him back. 'An' when didst ta come, eh?--but thy

uncle will be glad to see thee, and to hear thee talk about yon

pleughs; he's thought a deal o' thy letters. I'll go call him in.' 'Not yet,' said Philip, stopping her in her progress towards the

door. 'He's busy talking to Kester. I'm in no haste to be gone. I

can stay a couple of hours. Sit down, and tell me how you are

yoursel'--and how iverything is. And I've a deal to tell you.' 'To be sure--to be sure. To think thou's been in Lunnon sin' I saw

thee!--well to be sure! There's a vast o' coming and going i' this

world. Thou'll mind yon specksioneer lad, him as was cousin to t'

Corneys--Charley Kinraid?' Mind him! As if he could forget him.

'Well! he's dead and gone.' 'Dead! Who told you? I don't understand,' said Philip, in strange

bewilderment. Could Kinraid have tried to escape after all, and been

wounded, killed in the attempt? If not, how should they know he was

dead? Missing he might be, though how this should be known was

strange, as he was supposed to be sailing to the Greenland seas. But

dead! What did they mean? At Philip's worst moment of hatred he had

hardly dared to wish him dead.

'Dunnot yo' mention it afore our Sylvie; we niver speak on him to

her, for she takes it a deal to heart, though I'm thinkin' it were a

good thing for her; for he'd got a hold of her--he had on Bessy

Corney, too, as her mother telled me;--not that I iver let on to

them as Sylvia frets after him, so keep a calm sough, my lad. It's a

girl's fancy--just a kind o' calf-love; let it go by; and it's well

for her he's dead, though it's hard to say so on a drowned man.' 'Drowned!' said Philip. 'How do yo' know?' half hoping that the poor

drenched swollen body might have been found, and thus all questions

and dilemmas solved. Kinraid might have struggled overboard with

ropes or handcuffs on, and so have been drowned.

'Eh, lad! there's no misdoubtin' it. He were thought a deal on by t'

captain o' t' Urania; and when he niver come back on t' day when

she ought for to have sailed, he sent to Kinraid's people at

Cullercoats, and they sent to Brunton's i' Newcassel, and they knew

he'd been here. T' captain put off sailing for two or three days,

that he might ha' that much law; but when he heard as Kinraid were

not at Corneys', but had left 'em a'most on to a week, he went off

to them Northern seas wi' t' next best specksioneer he could find.

For there's no use speaking ill on t' dead; an' though I couldn't

abear his coming for iver about t' house, he were a rare good

specksioneer, as I've been told.' 'But how do you know he was drowned?' said Philip, feeling guiltily

disappointed at his aunt's story.